In a word, BLECH!
In other words, ACK! YUCK! BARF-O! CHOKE! YAAAAK! ARGGA-BARGGA-BARGGA-BARGGA! PITOOIE!
File this under: Sounded good. Tasted not so much.
Kink wanted to bury it. Smart cat.
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2 comments:
Mmmmmmm....Marmite. I'll try the crackers. Send them here.
You know me, I'd chase a Twiglet down a volcano.
These things? BLECH!!!!! YUCKKKKK!! cough cough spit retch
I wouldn't sell these things to the French.
Srsly.
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